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Welcome of Fall by miraslava, literature

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Welcome of Fall

Noisy days, Raindrops rushing from clouds to the puddles. The excitement is building up fast. In a haste, August spilled through the sky clouds, like marbles, Prepping all for the season that's next. Winds are dressed In the capes that are longer and wider For the seasonal beautiful ball. Quite impressed, Are the leaves that are cheering so fondly, Praising Summer's warm welcome of Fall.

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Which scent does ocean like the best? by miraslava, literature

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Which scent does ocean like the best?

The ocean breathes in along the shore The scents of toasty summer days and nights. I wonder what's its favorite to explore? The sunscreen, lemonade, or cloth of kites? Perhaps it's beach balls or the golden sand, Someone's perfume or, may be, dry shampoo; Or plastic of small shovels in kids' hands That helps sand castle plans to all come true. The scents of summer are, no doubt, quite vast; And ocean breathes deeply every time. Which one of them does it enjoy the best? Or could it be that all of them are fine?

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In what color do you like to dream? by miraslava, literature

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In what color do you like to dream?

In what color do you like to dream? Do you dream in pink of cotton candy? Pumpkin orange of the Halloween? Or in gold of morning sun ascending? In what color do you like to dream? In the blue of ocean's breezy dancing? Or perhaps in springtime's grassy green? Or in purple of the blossomed pansy? In what color do you like to dream? Which one makes your smile slightly wider? Choose your best, and let the dreams begin, Making any day a little brighter.

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November night by miraslava, literature

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In what color do you like to dream?

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Days as a Schizophrenic (Poem) by JCSolis-Lit, literature

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Days as a Schizophrenic (Poem)

You don't understand Or perhaps I can't explain Of this life that I live And how I deal with the pain You don't understand Or maybe you can't tell How a paradise of life Has now turned into hell A single voice now clamours And becomes more than three Which beg to be let loose And within me wander free A barrage of many voices And not a single one is known Their benevolence not clear And their nature are not shown What mirages within sight Of what images that glare The mind now starts to see What in reality is not there What sees a clouded mind And what it cannot see in full A seeming prank so horrid That no man could ever pull With so many horrid things That cause me the most fear A Mania of Madness That brings me close to tears And through trying to understand Over what became of Me What you will never know Is how I hold to Sanity You don't need to listen To a man beyond broken For I scream of a nightmare That from which I've yet

Where Nothing Dares Settle by BlackBowfin, literature

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Where Nothing Dares Settle

we assume the fish that appears to advance without moving does so, effortlessly; as if the sea itself merely wills them forward we long to swim like this to hold our position in the universe while the earth churns its oceans past, as if its motion were ours and perhaps it might be if we could only comprehend how much lag truly resides in the linkage between space and time, then we'd know water like it knows us our ins and outs and the low places where nothing dares settle for long we'd know why sleep evades when we're most spent, as memories older than our own activate, once we traverse a certain set proximity